LOGINDiane. Dom’s lips twitched into a small, dark smirk. "You forgot? I went shopping with you once, remember?" "Oh…," I breathed, my cheeks suddenly turning a light shade of pink. "So... you kept my waist size in mind?" "Not just that," Dom murmured, his voice turning deep and soothing. "I practically have it in my hand all the time." He brought his other hand under the blanket, wrapping both of his palms fully around my waist. He sat closer to me on the edge of the bed, his chest almost brushing against mine. With one steady, synchronized motion, he pulled my lower body firmly across the mattress until I was tucked right against his lap. I smiled shyly, my eyes dropping down to his collar. "Woah.. ," Dom whispered, his fingers pressing into my skin. "This one is blushing." "Where is my bold little bird?" he teased, his voice low and hot against my ear. "She's right here," I said, looking back up to meet his eyes. I rested my small hands against his broad chest, feeling
Diane My eyes squeezed shut as a sharp, throbbing pain shot straight through my forehead. Fuck. I woke up with a terrible, intense headache. The wave of last night's chaotic events felt like a load sitting directly on top of my skull. I rolled over slowly beneath the cotton sheets. I checked the small clock resting on my nightstand. It was already 6:00 a.m. The dark blue sky outside my window was just starting to turn gray. The emergency meeting with the high council elders was set for exactly 10:00 a.m. I needed to be dressed and ready by then. Knock. Knock. The sound against the wood came, jarring me out of my thoughts. I rubbed my aching eyes with the back of my hand. "Come in," I called out, my voice sounding rough and dry from sleep. The door creaked open smoothly. Dom walked inside the bedroom. He was already fully dressed, his massive shoulders seeming to fill the entire doorway. In his right hand, he was carefully balancing a warm ceramic mug. The rich, earthy sm
Dom The door of my room closed with a quiet click. I stood in the darkness for a second before I hit the wall switch. The dim, warm lights flickered on, filling the bedroom with a soft glow. I let out a long breath. A slow, dark grin spread across my face. Diane… I smiled more like a proud tutor than a guard. I was happy. What I had seen there in that office? It was... fierce. The way Diane had just responded to Julian was absolute perfection. She had stood there with her chin held high, her eyes cold and full of sharp power. The weak, uncertain girl I met months ago was dying. But with every development came something different. When a new chapter of a person is unlocked, disadvantages pop out. I may not know it now, but I was certain that this new her—this side of her which had seen the wickedness of people and how heartless they could be—may just be… Anyways. I walked over to the tall wooden dresser, my fingers already reaching up to my neck to loosen the tight collar o
Julian"When did this bike arrive here?" I demanded, pointing a shaking finger at the vehicle.The mechanics looked at each other. They exchanged confused, worried glances, looking at me like I was completely mad or heavily drunk."Sir?" the head mechanic stammered, clearing his throat."I said... when did this bike arrive here?"From the corner of my eye, I saw them all sharing looks, clearly confused."The bike... the bike has been here since, Alpha.""I mean, when did you people bring this bike back to this slot?" I shouted, my voice echoing loudly off the metal walls of the garage. "When did it come back here tonight?"The head mechanic swallowed hard, taking a small step back."Alpha... that bike has been sitting right there for two days now. It hasn't moved at all."My lips parted."This bike?" I stepped closer to them, my eyes wild. "The bike owned by the Beta? It has been here the entire time?""Yes, sir.""Did you see me when I came into this garage the first time earlier ton
JulianThe heavy click of the office door echoed through the quiet hallway like a gunshot. I stood completely frozen in the middle of the room. My heart was slamming against my ribs with a hard, angry rhythm.I was stunned. I was completely, totally stunned and fucking confused.Because... what the hell just happened?My mind was spinning.So many thoughts at a time, trying to wrap my head around why Diane would talk to me like that.Like... where did she suddenly get the nerve to speak to me with that kind of voice?And that look? She had never looked at me with so much cold disgust in her entire life. It didn't make any sense.She looked like a completely different person. Like she would stab me if given the chance to.What was giving her the morale to talk to me like an absolute nobody?Then, her final words flashed through my brain again. That was the last thread."When that thing leaves my office, make sure you call the maids to do a proper clean. I don't want the smell of filth
Diane. He looked up. "The last two weeks," he explained quickly, his eyes pleading. "I have come to the headquarters all the way from the west. I laid out several letters. I sent so many. But those letters that I sent did not get past security. Nobody called me. Nobody asked for my attention. Nothing. I got nothing back. So... I felt this was the only way to get to you." I paused. "You sent letters? You gave security your letters, and nobody informed me about it?" "Exactly," the guy said, nodding fast. "That is exactly why I am here tonight. That is exactly why I felt like causing a commotion. I had to force the attention of the palace and the royals if they did not want to give me a single bit of attention." I sat in silence for a few seconds. Now I knew it wasn't his fault. But how could security take his letters, deliver them to the board of information, and still have them not be passed to me or the council? "That's fine," I said quietly, tapping my fingers on the desk.
DomJulian had rushed out ten minutes ago, after leaving orders on things he wanted and things he didn't, and leaving me to handle some mess.Now, my job was to find Diane. She was already in the gallery wing with those high-society Council wives.I walked down the long, sun-drenched corridor. My b
Diane "The Beta, Where is his suite?" I asked a passing maid.She stopped and bowed low. "The Beta's suite, Luna? It’s prepared at the far end of the west wing.""Thank you," I said.I turned and headed toward the west wing. It was a part of the house I rarely visited. It was quiet and secluded. A
Diane.The mansion was finally quiet. After long hours of chatting and having solo fun, the Council wives had left, and Julian, he was out of the house as usual.I had retreated to my bedroom, shut the heavy door, and sank into my chair. I grabbed my phone for the first time in hours.I hadn't forg
Diane.I picked up my fork and pushed a piece of fruit around."Yesterday," I started. My voice was low but steady. "How did it go? The meeting?" I asked, trying as much as possible to make everything sound normal.Julian didn't even blink. He took a slow sip of his coffee. "It was fine, honey. Jus







